A pity party or just stating how I feel... you decide.

Have you ever met "her"? Who you ask?

"Her" the friend or acquaintance that you have that has the "it" factor. Each time you see her she's well put together, never really flustered and always looks nice? She's got an adorable hubby (So do I) and Adorable kids (so Do I) but she's also bounced back from her pregnancy's like an elastic band that was stretched. I'm sure she works at it and good for her, I'm sure she doesn't eat the crappy foods I do and prefers veggies and stuff... again WHOO HOO for her. I'm sure she washes her beautiful face each evening and her house is rarely messy. I cannot lie. I wish I was she. I'm lucky to put makeup on once a week. I wash my face most days but most days my hair is in a pony or not "done" I come home and (I swore I would never do it... but here it comes) I change into comfy clothes. I do get gussied up for dates with Joe and I do try for holidays and special occasions. I'm just wondering where the gene went for me that says... get out of bed and make yourselflook good. When I do it I feel good but I'm lazy.

I could say (notice I said say not blame) that my mom never took me aside to teach me anything other then how to put on a pad when I got my period. I was never shown by her how to shave my legs, put on makeup etc... all the girly stuff. My mom is girly and wears makeup daily. However, around that time in my life my parents were going through their break-up and make-up phase. They were already divorced and as a mom myself, I admire my mom doing it as a single mom. Not that my dad was absent. Just the opposite. I just think about the fact that they were wrapped up in their own stuff. My mom taught me a ton of other things and it could just be who I am... I don't have "her" gene pool or the it factor.

What am I really saying??? As a mom, I don't tend to take much time for me. It's late... I should be sleeping and yet here is my me time. I think I will go now though... this way I can sleep longer and feel more like working on me in the morning so that I will look like "her" that mom I aspire to be more like. The one who's hair always looks good, never frizzy or dry like mine, the one who seemingly has no pimples... although I don't get that close. You know who she is. Just look around. They are everywhere. I salute them. They are great people who have it all together. I'm a great person who has it kinda together.... and most days that's all I need. but today... part of me wants to be her. Maybe, just maybe if I work a little harder on me I will get there.

Couple side notes:
Luke's tooth arrived about 3 days ago. It's adorable. He's doing pretty good and still such a happy kid.

Jack is by far one of the funniest people I know. The kid was "reading" me Green Egg's and Ham tonight WORD FOR WORD (obviously from memory but still) and turning the pages himself. If the page was wrong he would go back and do it again.

The war on P is raging on.... I'm finding myself very exhausted from trying to convince Jack that it's TOTALLY OKAY to sit on any potty and just push the P out. So far no Dice.

I'm finally feeling pretty good... tummy hurts a little now but much better.... I did try some broccoli at a suggestion... still hate it but I'm trying. I'm actually craving Trader Joe's and some Edamame (sp?)... also some spinach pizza.

Nighty Night
~AC